This is a song about "Famous"

I told her i'd grow up to be a famous rapper

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

He's not famous, throws pussy fits, obviously brainless

Just to make it famous

Rub the wood and ima show em love

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Talk about jesus, you're not as famous as him

Can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option

My all gold rolly or the

Famous for his bona,

Too many situations, too many people getting famous

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status